Jon Guerra
New Jerusalem
Somewhere we know, but haven’t been
Like a song forgotten
A place prepared beyond the end
A home in New Jerusalem

A palace made of promises
In a garden in a fortress
A world that’s built on what He said
A home in New Jerusalem
A home in New Jerusalem

Standing there in purest light
With no more pain and no more night
He hold the tears her eyes havе cried
The bride of Nеw Jerusalem

Who filled with love would give His life
To save His one and only bride
Whose name is true and lifted high
The King of New Jerusalem
The King of New Jerusalem

His will is done His kingdom come
Eternity has just begun
The multitude will sing as one
A song of New Jerusalem
A music free from bars or (?)
A symphony of His design
The lamb of God enthroned on high
The hope of New Jerusalem
The hope of New Jerusalem

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Music free from bars or
A symphony of His design
The lamb of God enthroned on high
A home in New Jerusalem
Oh, a home in New Jerusalem

Somewhere we know, but haven’t been
Like a song forgotten
A place prepared beyond the end
Our home in New Jerusalem
Oh, our home in New Jerusalem